The palace had collapsed, and the billowing dust made the surroundings look hazy, as though a veil of gauze covered their eyes. Yet it was unbearably choking, making it clear that this was no delicate gauze.
This was a battlefield.
Maeve was pinned beneath a slab of broken wall, doing everything she could to free herself.
Xiang An's strike with Great Pi had nearly cleaved off her entire right side. If not for the Holy Grail, she might already have been forced from the field.
"Urgh—urgh..."
Even though the Holy Grail had preserved her life, it could not preserve her condition.
After coughing up two mouthfuls of blood, Maeve tried to move the broken wall pinning her down with her still-functional left hand, but—
That wall was as heavy as fate itself. It pressed down on Maeve, leaving her helpless as she felt her consciousness gradually drifting away.
"Maeve—!"
Ah, is that Little Cu?
Hearing Cu Chulainn's anxious, panicked voice from above the section of palace that had not completely collapsed, Maeve blinked her groggy eyes and opened her mouth as if to say something. But blood surged up instead, spraying from the corner of her lips like blood-red butterflies that took flight for an instant before their wings shattered and they fell to the ground.
"Hey—Maeve!"
"Are you still alive?! Answer me! Maeve—!"
Cu Chulainn's voice had become utterly frantic.
Maeve was the only thing this Saint Graph cared about. She was everything to this Mad King.
And now, his everything was gone.
Ah. So Cu Chulainn could show me this side of himself too?
In the past, I never would have dared imagine it.
Maeve gave up on trying to push away the broken wall. A wound ran down the right side of her body, from her shoulder